Chapter 895
Noah was stunned, staring at the two cups of tea that Hannah had prepared,
He was surprised that she had thought of him.
He walked over and picked up the small teacup, taking a sip.
The water temperature was just right.
Having discarded the first brew, Hannah had eliminated the bitterness of the tea.
The tea was fragrant and smooth, with a rich flavor, showing that she had put effort into learning the art of tea brewing.
After finishing the tea, he earnestly remarked, “It tastes wonderful.”
However, Hannah glanced at him sideways, teasing, “Is that all? Mr. Noah, you’re being too
superficial. Don’t be stingy with your compliments when praising a girl.”
Noah understood and rephrased, “This is the most aromatic tea I’ve ever tasted, and it’s even better because it was personally brewed by you, Ms. Hannah. I’ll never forget this flavor.”
Hannah chuckled, finding his effort to articulate amusing.
She had always considered him handsome, a cool and reserved man, but now she discovered this adorable side to him.
She poured another cup and handed it to him, saying, “Drink up, and let’s head home after.”
Noah accepted the cup, holding it fondly in his hand.
The next morning at E&S Haven, Elliot, on behalf of the bureau, requested Romello to come for a
discussion.
Unable to avoid it, Romello arrived promptly at 10 a.m.
The bodyguards quickly allowed him entry, and he walked in with a composed expression, concealing
his emotions.
Sheena and Elliot were seated in the living room, both looking serious.
Romello stood at the mansion’s entrance, adjusting his military uniform collar before confidently stepping inside.
“Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins,” he greeted respectfully, instinctively standing in the open space in front of
the coffee table.
Elliot glanced at him and gestured toward the sofa to his side, saying, “Please, have a seat.
“Thank you, Mr. Jenkins,” Romello replied as he took a seat.
Before Sheena could speak, Romello seemed to anticipate her intentions and spoke first, “I’m here today on official business from the National Investigation Bureau. If Mrs. Jenkins has any personal matters regarding the Nicholls family to discuss, perhaps we should refrain from addressing them.” As those words fell, the atmosphere in the room turned tense,
Sheena’s expression was cold and grim, clearly holding back her anger.
Elliot reached out, clasping her hand to reassure her as he glared at Romello,
“Allow me to speak. As a superior, showing concern for the family matters of a deputy chief should fall within the realm of official business,” Elliot said firmly, his gaze unwavering on Romello.
Romello’s expression stiffened slightly before he smiled and replied, “Yes, Mr. Jenkins.”
Elliot did not mince words either, going straight to the point. “Last night, we noticed Phoebe wasn’t feeling well. She only appeared briefly during the banquet. Is she feeling better today?”
“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Jenkins. It was just a slight cold, nothing serious. She’ll be fine in a few days,” Romello responded with a smile, his tone smooth and composed.
Elliot pressed on, “When did you agree to the engagement with the Santos family?”
“It was just before the start of the banquet after Mrs. Jenkins and Mr. Howard came to discuss the engagement.”
